Liu Xianyang appeared today, with neither a sword nor a back sword, and his hands were empty.

In fact, I originally wanted to carry a sword, so I pretended to pretend to be a sword and repaired it, but when I saw Chen Ping'an carrying a sword, the key was that he looked like a dog, so he had to give up.

Liu Xianyang was calm and relaxed at the moment, with his arms around his chest, he stood not far from the archway at the entrance of the mountain, looked up at the word "Zhengyang" on the plaque, and then the look on his face gradually became awkward.

Before, Chen Ping'an's guy joked with him, saying that your name is good, do you mean to envy Zhengyang Mountain? I was stunned that Liu Xianyang was stunned for a long time, and he was disgusted, and he didn't ease his mind after drinking a pot of stuffy wine, Zhengyang Mountain is really evil, Ming'er asked the sword, I have to give an opinion to their ancestor hall, it is better to listen to the persuasion and change the name.

Yesterday I was drinking at Guoyunlou, and while joking, Chen Ping'an threw out a booklet, saying that it might be useful to ask the sword tomorrow, Liu Xianyang flipped through it casually, and only remembered a rough idea, but he didn't care.

The older generation, Zhuhuang, Xia Yuancui, Tao Yanbo, Yan Ji and others, including these old sword immortals, how is the natal flying sword, how is the style of the sword, what are the killer features, and the "family tree" written by Chen Ping'an is recorded in detail.

There are also young sword immortals of the younger generation, especially those who are likely to be the first to appear to ask the sword, Liu Yu, Yu Ling, Wu Tijing, Yuan Bai...... There is no one in the booklet, and they are all on the list.

It's not that Liu Xianyang is conceited, when his true eyes are higher than the top to the point that there is no one in his eyes.

But when a person has a friend named Chen Ping'an by his side, he will be worry-free and extremely relaxed.

However, Liu Xianyang is indeed very confident, he has been like this since he was a child, he learns everything very quickly, not only does he get started quickly, he only needs to spend a little bit of effort, and anything can enter the room, just like the matter of burning porcelain, more than a dozen technical links, and the Taoist passes, all of which are knowledge, but Liu Xianyang only spent half a year of hard work, and he has the exquisite level of the master's decades of skill accumulation.

Old man Yao is so picky about the head of the dragon kiln, and he can only say a few words of the great truth outside the craftsmanship, what porcelain is burned, it is the origin of the fire, but all of it has faded to be regarded as a first-class good object, and then the longer it is put aside, such as in the water, quietly sharpened for a hundred thousand years, the more it shines.

Chen Ping'an, this guy, is going to be a little stupid, and he is serious about doing things, so he can only obediently follow him, and he can't learn well.

Liu Xianyang is not in a hurry at all, since he has already asked for the sword, it doesn't matter who will lead the sword, it is best to drag it like this, so that the monks of Yizhou inside and outside Zhengyang Mountain can appreciate Uncle Liu's jade tree in the wind.

Liu Xianyang was really sad when he looked at the plaque, so he simply withdrew his gaze and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

At that time, I rushed here from the inn Yufeng, and on the way, I glanced back at the cloud building and found that Chen Ping'an was missing, and I didn't know where this guy was sneaky and where he had gone at this time. Anyway, it is definitely not the "sword top" in the first-line peak ancestor hall, otherwise it would have been a fuss a long time ago, and he asked the sword at the gate of the mountain, so Chen Ping'an is still kind and does not steal the limelight.

Such friends, not too many, one is enough.

Refining the dream of a thousand years old every day, and traveling ten thousand years at night.

It's me Liu Xianyang.

Wei Yueshan, the steward of Bailudu, hurriedly rushed to the mountain to cross the cloud tower in the wind, and then looked at each other with his sister Ni Yuerong.

And the friend who lived in this A-shaped room with Cao Mo was not a mountain and wild cultivator from the old Dragon City? How could he suddenly become Liu Xianyang, the descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect?

It can be seen that the real person who wears a lotus crown on his head is a fake, which is undoubtedly a thing.

But the young Taoist with the pseudonym Cao Mo, the green gauze Taoist robe on his body, is elegantly woven, full of water and clouds, and holds a white jade Ganoderma lucidum, which is the finishing touch for the hermit mountain guest, and sets off the "Cao Mo", what a fairy ethereal, even if this guy says that he is not a person in the Taoist sect, no one believes it.

At least Qingwu Peak's two senior brothers and sisters, until this moment, they all felt that that person was just a fictitious sign-up, and he must still be a Taoist immortal master with a Taoist name and a Taoist body. Isn't this trip for Liu Xianyang's mortal sword, relying on the lotus crown on his head to protect the road?

Ni Yuerong cried with a sad face, hating that Liu Xianyang was tired of being crooked and didn't find a good place to die, and hated the accomplice Cao Mo even more, Ni Yuerong smashed the rattan chair behind her with one sleeve that was an eyesore if she didn't look at it, and stomped her feet and said: "These two bastards who have been stabbed with a thousand knives, they don't die, they missed the first-line peak from me to make trouble, the sect master and the ancestors are angry, and they turn around and blame me for not doing things well, what should I do?"

Wei Yueshan comforted: "It's not necessarily all bad, isn't there a saying under the mountain, people build houses, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, it's not prosperous, a little bump, but it will be a good thing." These two hidden heads and tails don't have the bearing of the Yellow River, I guess it's a Jindan Sword Immortal, plus a Daomen monk from the Yuanying Realm, just the two of them, put it elsewhere, it's not difficult to shake the majesty, in our place, it's destined to not set off any wind and waves, just to help the fun. ”

Ni Yuerong nodded lightly, but she couldn't hide her sadness, and her watery eyes were full of grievances.

On the square outside the gate of the Patriarch's Hall on the top of the first-line peak, there are only a group of young female cultivators from the Qiongzhifeng Flower and Wood Workshop, who are still busy with the flowers and fruits of many seats.

At this moment, there is no Zhengyang Mountain Sword Immortal here to take care of it, because there is no need, this mountain gate is heavy, the prohibition is strict, the sword qi on the top of the mountain is vertical and horizontal, fine and without leakage, the sword qi is fierce, and the sword intent is heavy, so that there are no flowers and trees on the top of the mountain to survive and grow, and even the stone wall of the mountain peak has to be tempered according to the formation and spell to avoid collapse, so the ancestral hall itself is a natural mountain protection array, and even they need to hang the Zhengyang Mountain secret fasting card to be able to walk freely and breathe smoothly.

Changed to an ordinary Jindan sword cultivator, climbed to the top without authorization, and placed here, it was like a sword with a disparity in strength, if you are not careful, you will trigger the sword qi, if you are lucky, you will be seriously injured and go down the mountain, and if you are unlucky, even if you give your life to the first-line peak.

These beautiful warblers and swallows, although they are busy at the moment, they are orderly, all of them are full of joy, their occasional whispers are all chatting about those young handsome people who are famous in the continent, such as Wu Tijing on their own mountain, as well as Xie Ling of Longquan Sword Sect, and Yu Shiwu, who has a very high seniority in Zhenwu Mountain, is said to be a man with a very handsome appearance and a very gentle temperament, as for the gentleman of the academy, Zhou Ju, it is even more interesting, and the sages, gentlemen, and gentlemen take turns.

Of course, I will definitely talk about the identity of Nanyue Fan Shanjun's woman, as well as the wind god of Beiyue Wei Shanjun, who is tall and handsome.

The first-line peak of Zhengyang Mountain, in addition to the ordinary mountaineering Shinto main road, there are ten mountaineering "sword paths" opened up by the sword immortals themselves, passed down from generation to generation, inherited in an orderly manner, but seven of them have been successively reached the top, which means that in the history of Zhengyang Mountain, there have been seven jade Pujing sword immortals, the latest one, is the old ancestor Xia Yuancui. The remaining three, from the top of the mountain, there is still a gap between them, including the Cloud Peak, the Pianjiao Peak and the three Yuan Infant Realms in the history of the Snow Peak, the sword path opened up.

This is the origin of the old ten peaks of Zhengyang Mountain.

Therefore, the ancestral hall is also called the top of the sword, which means that the mountains and rivers of a continent are already the top of the sword.

Preaching immortality, acting against the sky, only fighting for words.

In the future, when the sword is cultivated, when entering my mountain, he should not hesitate to die, climb to the top with a sword, step on the mountains and rivers, and there will be no one else around.

These are the ancestral teachings that the disciples of Zhengyang Mountain have long been familiar with.

Not far from the top of the mountain, the Bamboo Emperor led the thirty or forty immortal masters, temporarily rested in a Stopping Sword Pavilion, originally waiting for the distinguished guests of the peaks to come here to meet, after the people arrived, the mountain lord Bamboo Emperor led all the sect descendants, watching the ceremony, according to the ancestral example of Zhengyang Mountain, together from the Stopping Sword Pavilion to hike the mountain, you need not to hurry up to about two incense sticks, climb to the top of the sword together, and then enter the ancestral hall to worship the incense, and then officially start the celebration, the news that the mountain will be protected and enshrined Yuan Zhenpage among the five realms, announced a continent.

I never thought that a rebellious person who called himself Liu Xianyang was so mad that he said that he wanted to ask for the sword and demolish the ancestral hall.

Therefore, the guests of Zhengyang Mountain, who have the distinction between the old ten peaks and the new ten peaks, seem to have stopped all in unison, not in a hurry to rush to the ancestral mountain, just waiting to see a good show.

The first-line peak sect master Bamboo Emperor, the full moon peak Yupu Realm Xia Yuancui, the autumn mountain pottery Yanbo, and the palm law Yan Foundation, these old sword immortals are already in the Stopping Sword Pavilion.

As for protecting the mountain and enshrined Yuan Zhenpage, the ancestor who moved the mountain in the minds of the young disciples of Zhengyang Mountain, of course, will not be absent.

Except for Zhengyang Mountain's own ancestors and descendants, all sword cultivators outside the mountain, even if they are distinguished guests, need to take off their swords here.

That's why Li Junjing used to laugh and say that he was the sword cultivator, and he was willing to go to the small hill of Zhengyang Mountain to pick up the sword and enjoy the scenery, and he was not worthy of being a sword cultivator.

Because there is still half an hour before the celebration, the monks who are already in the first-line peak sword pavilion are all old immortal masters who have been friends with Zhengyang Mountain for generations, and they all have angry faces at the young sword cultivator's untimely provocation, and they are too rampant, how can Ruan Qiong teach such a disciple who does not know the etiquette.

The Bamboo Emperor was slightly apologetic, and laughed with many friends on the mountain: "Let you see the joke." ”

First, the Yellow River asked for the sword in Bailudu, and then Liu Xianyang appeared at the gate of the ancestral mountain, and he had to ask for the sword, which was indeed a bit of a fuss.

The old ape in white walked to the railing alone with his hands behind his shoulders, squinting at the gate at the foot of the mountain, the little cub was quite knowledgeable, and knew that he would give a head with both hands to add to his celebration, if he killed with one or two punches, would it be a pity?

As soon as the people watching the play blinked, they found that the show was over, and it didn't seem like words.

An old immortal master who had a lot of connections with the Dali Dynasty first carefully brewed the wording, and then said with a smile: "That ignorant child, it's really a frog at the bottom of the well, the sect master doesn't need to pay attention to it, just drive it away." ”

The Bamboo Emperor shook his head and said: "This person and our Zhengyang Mountain, once had a small holiday, and this person's ancestors were also involved in an old matter with Zhengyang Mountain. ”

When the old immortal master heard this, he immediately understood it, and he didn't dare to be a peacemaker of Zhengyang Mountain and Longquan Sword Sect anymore, it was easy to be a person inside and out, and he couldn't do it.

Zhanglu Yan Ji thought for a while, and asked in his heart: "Mountain Lord, why don't you send a message to Yu Purlin with a flying sword, and let him leave Yujiao Peak immediately and go to get this sword?"

Yu Ling and Liu Xianyang, both of them are about the same age, and they are both Jindan sword cultivators.

If Yu purlin loses, there is no pair of Xuefeng Yuanbai, Yan Ji has long felt that this person is extremely obstructive, every time he discusses the matter, he will only be half-dead, sitting at the door as a door god, Yuanbai is better to fight with Liu Xianyang at the gate of the mountain, and if he dies together, he will have an extra chair in the ancestral hall in the future.

However, the old ancestor of the law quickly shook his head, denied this proposal, and changed his words: "It's better to let Wu Tijing go directly, without dragging the mud and water, and finish with a few swords, don't delay the auspicious time of Yuan's celebration." ”

When you ask the sword on the mountain, there are generally two situations, either the winner or the loser is decided, and the result is in an instant. Back then, in the Fengxue Temple Shenxiantai, the Yellow River faced Sujia, which was such a scene.

Otherwise, the two sides ask the sword, the strength is similar, and the natal flying sword does not have the situation of restraining one side, so it is extremely time-consuming, and the sword light shines on the world at every turn, all the way to the mountains and rivers, although the former is the majority, but the latter also often appears. Yan Ji was afraid of that Liu Xianyang, just to make a name for himself, and he would stop if he won a game, and his intentions were sinister, deliberately delaying time, saying that he was asking for a sword, but in fact, he was running around the wind between the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain.

After a sword questioning begins, others can't interrupt casually, and at the moment, Zhengyang Mountain is full of distinguished guests, is it just waiting for the end of the sword questioning? Let that Liu Xianyang wander around his own mountain unscrupulously?

Zhuhuang thought about it, although he had made a decision, he still didn't have any intention of saying anything, and asked in a tone of asking for opinions: "I think it's no problem to lose one or two games first, Longmen Realm Sword Cultivation, Jindan Realm, Yuanying, one person each, as long as you win the last game, what do you think?"

Yan Ji frowned, and blurted out: "How can you lose the sword today, in front of everyone's eyes, maybe even the monks of Beiju Luzhou and Tongye Continent are looking at our Zhengyang Mountain with wide eyes, if you can win or lose, such a child's play, we old guys, we must not be laughed off by the monks of Sanzhou?"

I Zhengyang Mountain, a dignified sect, the foundation of my life, has always been the peak of the peak of the continent of the sword can ascend to the sky, but at the critical moment of a continent's attention, I was approached by a little cub to ask the sword, and I want to deliberately lose a game? Or do you think that the face of Yuan Zhenpage who protects the mountain is not a face? You can let outsiders step on the ground casually? Besides, that Longquan Sword Sect still has a sword character, God knows if it is that Ruan Qiong's small belly chicken intestines, he didn't dare to come, so he deliberately let his disciple Liu Xianyang come to dismantle the stage?

Xia Yuancui felt that the idea of the Bamboo Emperor's nephew was relatively safe, and he was very officialdom, and the old ancestor stroked his beard and smiled, without saying anything, "Let's save some face for that Ruan Sage." Young people can't think clearly, they want to save face, they do things and talk, it is inevitable that they will not be serious, we are also half of his elders, young people are looking for death by themselves, and they can't really kill him. ”

Yan Ji smiled and nodded.

Xia Yuancui said in his heart this time: "Over there in Qiongzhifeng, isn't there a little girl named Liu Yu, who seems to have just entered the Longmen Realm not long ago?" Liu Yu lost, and then let Yu Purlin go down the mountain to lead the sword, even if both of them lost, it was not a big problem, and winning the third game is, let's Zhengyang Mountain, we should give the guests one or two more lively." ”

Tao Yanbo somewhat admired the city government and scheming of the Yuancui patriarch.

First Liu Yu, and then Yu Pulin, they were all people who had practiced swords in Shenxiu Mountain in Longzhou for many years, so they could be regarded as half of Liu Xianyang's classmates.

If he wins, it is obvious that the Zhengyang Mountain Sword Dao is a lot higher than the Longquan Sword Sect. If you lose, be clear-sighted

Everyone knows that Zhengyang Mountain is a way of hospitality, so Liu Xianyang took this opportunity to catch up with the "same door" twice.

Both sides won or lost, in fact, the victory or defeat was on the earlier kendo.

And once Zhengyang Mountain let these two go down the mountain to lead the sword, it was clear that they would ask Liu Xianyang for the sword today, they didn't take it seriously, the sect was open-minded and had a lot of energy.

Besides, the first two games were polite, and the third sword was received on the side of Zhengyang Mountain, and the sword immortal was not careful, and the shot was a little heavier, and whoever broke the natal flying sword or the immortal bridge, even if it was unexpected, it was reasonable.

In order to delay the breakthrough of the Yellow River, when the Zhengyang Mountain Patriarch Hall was deliberating, it was quite a headache, because of the matter of asking the sword on the mountain, in addition to talking about victory and defeat, but also about face.

After all, Zhengyang Mountain at that time was far from having the confidence it has today, and it couldn't afford to lose any face.

For example, at that time, Xia Yuancui was old, the highest seniority, and the realm was also one realm higher than the Yellow River, so it was not appropriate to rush to the Wind Thunder Garden, the Bamboo Emperor was the sect master of a mountain, after all, he was an old sword immortal of the same generation as Li Junjing, and he asked the sword with the Yellow River, and Yu Li was not in agreement, so it was also a similar embarrassing situation. In addition, Tao Yanbo and Zhanglu Yan Zhen really didn't dare to say what chance they had against the Yellow River of sword cultivation in the same realm.

So in the end, a Yuan Bai who was temporarily changed from the status of a guest to an enshrined person was launched.

Now is different from the past, there is a big difference, the old sword immortals of the old and new peaks of Zhengyang Mountain, no longer feel that they have no chance of winning, but no one is willing to go down the mountain, it seems that they are cheap for nothing, but in fact, the price has fallen, and the stunned young man who does not know the height of the sky is entangled, and how to deal with a young Jin Dan, what if he wins?

The ten young people in Aquarius, led by Zhenwu Mountain Ma Kuxuan, in addition to Xie Ling, Liu Baqiao, Jiang Yun, Zhou Ju, Sui You, and Yu Shiwu, are all young geniuses who have shone in the war on a continent. Among the ten alternates, there is also Wu Tijing, a closed disciple of the Bamboo Emperor, who is ranked extremely high and ranks at the top of the list.

Among these twenty people, there is no one named Liu Xianyang, let alone Liu Xianyang, and there is no one surnamed Liu.

The Bamboo Emperor asked, "Then that's it?"

Several old sword immortals felt that this matter was feasible.

In the end, Yan Ji pinched out a talisman sword refined by a unique secret method, and the flying sword sent a message to Qiongzhi Peak, and the sword light was like an autumn wave, drawing an arc and going straight to Qiongzhi Peak.

The immortal back sword peak, because there is no one to guard, in this knot grass practice of the mountain protection to worship Yuan Zhenpage, after going to the ancestral mountain, the mountain ban will be opened.

The white-clothed old ape's heart moved slightly, spread out his palms, looked at the mountains and rivers from afar, a mountain boundary, and the mountains and rivers were everywhere, but in the end he didn't find anything unusual.

The Bamboo Emperor noticed the strangeness of the mountain protection and worship, and immediately asked in his heart, "Is there something?"

The white-clothed old ape shook his head and smiled, "It's okay." ”

Zhuhuang smiled and nodded, indeed, now in Zhengyang Mountain, there is no major thing to worry about.

There are only a lot of happy events.

The old ancestor of Qiongzhi Peak, is a female sword fairy with the name of the spirit of the Tao, named Leng Qi, she has been in the Jindan realm for two hundred years, hanging double swords, respectively named Qing Shui, Tianfeng, she is proficient in the immortal transformation of a way, so there is the "two armpit breeze, feather soaring" on the mountain.

At that time, the three sword fairy embryos who climbed the mountain with Yu Purlin, including Liu Yu, the girl was successfully snatched up by Qiongzhi Peak, and became the descendant disciple of Leng Qi, the ancestor of this peak.

After Leng Qi got the letter from the master of the lawyer's Fu Jian, it was rare to have a little smile, this peak lord old woman, with an extremely old face, goosebumps, sharp eyes, and a deep accumulation of power in Qiongzhi Peak, said one thing or another, but in the face of Liu Yu, the newly accepted heir, she was extremely kind and kind, and said softly: "Yan Zhanglu from the first-line peak has sent a letter, I hope that you will go to the ancestral mountain and ask Liu Xianyang of the Longquan Sword Sect about the sword." The letter said that within a stick of incense, let you do your best, it doesn't matter if you win or lose. ”

It's just officialdom, can it be taken seriously?

Liu Yu was obviously a little nervous, practicing in the mountains, whether it was in Shenxiu Mountain or Qiongzhi Peak, it was the first time in her life to really catch and fight, and to ask the sword with someone Zheng'er, especially the other party was still the descendant of Ruan Shengren, and she also needed to make a sword under the gaze of the immortal master on the top of Yizhou Mountain, how could she not be cramped.

Leng Qi smiled and said: "This fight, it should be regarded as a reminiscence, a sword question, Yu'er, you strive to fight beautifully." ”

"Just remember one thing, the last few swords, don't fall the prestige of the ancestors of Qiongzhi Peak. ”

Liu Yu said softly: "Master, the Longquan Sword Sect has long known about my flying sword and supernatural powers. That person is the descendant of Ruan Shengren, and he may take the lead. ”

Her natal flying sword, Ogihua. Once the flying sword is sacrificed, the sword is transformed into thousands of flowers in the sky.

Leng Qi smiled and said, "Don't worry, just do what I say, you don't have to think too much." ”

Liu Yu took a deep breath, the long sword was unsheathed, a little on tiptoe, and he stepped on the sword, and the sword went down the mountain to the gate of the first-line peak.

Seeing the graceful figure of Qiong Zhi Peak, he exerted his magical powers, and said loudly: "Qiong Zhi Feng, Dragon Gate Realm Sword Cultivation Liu Yu Collar Sword!"

If this Qiong Zhifeng is passed down in person, and the Yu purlin of the Rain Foot Peak, it is very likely that they will become a pair of Taoist couples, and then in the future, they will occupy the peak of the ownerless couple for thousands of years, Yan Ji really doesn't mind teaching her a swordsmanship, maybe the little girl can also use the Longmen Realm cultivation to win her own Yuan Ying Old Sword Immortal.

On the side of Qiongzhi Peak, it is equivalent to Lu Zhengol, who has entered this mountain, standing beside the Taoist, and the big stone in his heart finally landed.

Lu Zhengol's Taoist companion is the most qualified one among Leng Qi's dozens of re-transmission disciples.

To be honest, Lu Zhengol was really worried that the person surnamed Liu would step on shit and become Ruan Qiong's heir, playing shady tricks and secretly poking and poking to take revenge on himself and his family.

At this time, he was naturally in a good mood, and Liu Xianyang was also born in Lizhu Dongtian, but the two sides were born in the same way, and the difference between the clouds and mud was that Lu Zhengol was a disciple of the Lu family on Fulu Street, where could he have thought that the guy who was almost killed by himself back then would transform himself into a sword cultivator, not to mention, or the descendant of a big man like Ruan Qiong?

It's best to be killed.

No, it's best to be beaten half to death and break the Changsheng Bridge. Then the next time the old people are reunited, it will be interesting.

Her fellow smiled and said in her heart: "Husband, you have to pay more attention to earning money in the future." ”

Lu Zhengol smiled and nodded, "It is my duty to never let the lady worry about money and be looked down upon." ”

The gate of the first-line peak.

Liu Xianyang, who had been waiting for a long time, opened his eyes, and it turned out to be this Liu Yu.

The two sides had not met before, because before Liu Xianyang returned to his hometown, Liu Yu had already left Shenxiu Mountain.

Liu Yu floated to the ground, put the sword back into the sheath, pinched the sword with one hand and saluted, there was a wisp of sword energy, lingering on the tender onion-like fingers, she signed up and said: "Qiong Zhifeng, sword cultivation Liu Yu." ”

Liu Xianyang sighed, a little troublesome, among the three people who went down the mountain in the past, only this little girl in front of her could have become the heir of the Longquan Sword Sect, but she was infatuated with that Yu purlin, so she followed her to Zhengyang Mountain.

Liu Xianyang said with a smile: "Miss Liu just has to make a move. ”

Liu Yu nodded, and without half a polite word, he directly sacrificed the natal flying sword, Dihua.

Within a radius of dozens of zhang, it seemed to be overwhelming for a while.

Liu Xianyang stretched out a hand, just shook his wrist slightly, and condensed a long sword with the essence sword qi.

Hundreds of flowers swirled in the sky, instantly covering Liu Xianyang's figure.

Liu Xianyang was actually extremely embarrassed at this time, Chen Ping'an had joked before, and it was easy to say that other sword cultivators were leading swords, but they must think about how to deal with Liu Yu of Qiongzhifeng.

Liu Yu drew her sword out of the sheath, her figure flashed away, and swept into the sword array that occupied the geographical advantage, in the early years in the Longquan Sword Sect, several predecessors who climbed the mountain earlier had taught her the method of sitting in the sword formation, especially the senior brother Xie Ling, who was not famous at the time and later became famous in Yizhou, and taught her a mysterious and mysterious transformation method. Liu Yu obeyed the orders of her master, in addition to the flying sword and the sword formation, she also used the sword moves handed down by the Longquan Sword Sect to hand the sword to Liu Xianyang.

One after another, the sword qi brought out the streams of fireflies, slashing towards Liu Xianyang between the countless flowers.

The trajectory of the flowing fireflies was erratic, and the sword light was staggered, but Liu Xianyang just used the sword qi to disperse all the flying swords in close proximity, and the long sword in his hand that was not a real thing, east and west, cut off those rather good-looking flowing firefly sword lights one by one. What's the matter with this Liu girl, bullying me for being lazy in practicing on the mountain? Whether it's a sword formation or a sword move, I've seen it a few times, and I really don't need to learn more.

After a while, Liu Yu silently recited the sword technique in his heart, and the scattered sword qi that was cut off by Liu Xianyang had its own connection, like weaving into a basket, besieging Liu Xianyang, who only defended but did not attack for some reason, and the sword qi suddenly tightened, like a rope suddenly tightened.

Liu Xianyang was too lazy to crack the method, so he drew a scoop according to the gourd, and pinched the same sword trick with Liu Yu, a sword array that sprouted out of thin air suddenly dispersed, colliding together, the strength was excellent, just breaking the formation, and it didn't hurt people, their respective sword qi, two by two offset cleanly, along with those uncertain Dihua flying swords, crashing into the flowers and blooming more, Liu Xianyang didn't want to appear too much, so he finally took the initiative to gently hand out a sword, even if he deliberately retracted his strength, the sword light was still like an arc moon, bright and dazzling, and went straight to Liu Yu, as a result, she first protected her with hundreds of snow-white dihua in front of her, and was shattered by the sword light, she had to block the front with the sword in her hand, The shoulders on both sides were still washed by the sword light like water, the robes were sparse, and there were three obvious wounds on one arm and shoulder, and the blood was blurred, which was unbearable.

Liu Xianyang was even more sluggish and speechless than that Liu Yu, because he felt tired.

It's like arguing with a little slug and fighting again, pretending to fight back and forth, which is naturally more tiring than fighting the little bastard who was full of flying swords at a young age.

Liu Yu gritted her teeth, remembering the master's statement that she played beautifully within a stick of incense, she hardened, did not hesitate to exhaust her own aura, and ran the natal flying sword, piece by piece of dihua, lingering around, protecting one person and one sword, although the number is far less than before, but each piece of dihua contains snow-white sword qi, which is quite considerable, like the wind blowing on one side, a large ball of dihua quickly floated towards the sword cultivation that she had the opportunity to call her senior brother or junior brother.

Liu Xianyang sighed, threw out the long sword in his hand, hovered in front of him, centered a sword, and on the left and right sides, hundreds of identical long swords appeared in turn, the sword aura was thick and light, and the sword intent was heavy, without the slightest deviation.

Like a lazy reading village school Mengtong, he wrote countless vertical strokes.

But in the eyes of the monks in the mountains, Liu Xianyang's sword array in one hand was like an iron cavalry array, and the sword aura was mighty.

The beautiful flying flowers, crashing into the sword array, stirred up snow-white debris several feet high, like a tide hitting the cliff, in vain.

Liu Yu had no choice but to put away the natal supernatural power of the flying sword, and turned it into a snow-white pocket flying sword, forcibly endured the severe pain caused by the trembling of the divine soul, and disappeared in a flash, and the sword light arced, sweeping towards Liu Xianyang's back heart.

Liu Xianyang was indifferent, just looked into the woman's eyes and found some clues.

This soft-hearted silly girl, alas.

You said that it's not good who you like, but you like that color embryo Yu purlin, even if you go down the mountain to change the sect, where to practice the sword is not good, but you came to Zhengyang Mountain, which has long been crooked to the gutter.

Liu Xianyang took a step sideways, dodged the snow-white flying sword, knocked the back of his hand lightly, knocked the flower away, and then stopped deliberately delaying this questioning sword, anyway, anyone with a discerning eye knows what it is, and the layman will not think that Qiongzhifeng's sword cultivation willow jade is too vulnerable.

The aura of heaven and earth near the gate of the mountain, along with Liu Xianyang's thoughts, was like an edict, and suddenly countless long swords were condensed, such as torrential rain falling on the world in the high places, and dense spring grass in the low places.

Liu Yu was holding the long sword, her face was pale, she stood in place, not moving, and she didn't even dare to take back the flying sword Dihua.

Because she seemed to be in a sword forest, full of forests, and the sword qi was intertwined like a forbidden place.

Liu Yu was pointed at by more than a thousand overlapping sword tips at this moment, and the whole person was like falling into an ice cave.

Liu Xianyang waved his hand, and the sword forest dissipated, and said with a smile: "Miss Liu can go back to the mountain, practice hard in the future, don't learn from anyone, just concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, there must be a promising avenue." ”

Liu Yu raised his sword and clenched his fists, without saying a word, put away his natal flying sword, lost his soul, and returned to Qiongzhi Peak.

Liu Xianyang was actually more aggrieved than Liu Yu, raised his arms high, hooked his palms, and signaled to come again.

Liu Xianyang stepped out, walked through the mountain gate of the archway, and began to walk up the steps. If you don't come, I'll come.

On the side of the first-line peak stopping the Sword Pavilion, the palm law Yan Ji smiled again: "Yujiao Peak Sword Cultivation, Yu Purlin Sword." ”

A sword light lit up from the Yujiao Peak, and the wind galloped, heading straight to the gate of the ancestral mountain.

This young sword cultivator whose figure fell at the gate of the mountain, with a long robe and a jade belt, a wooden hairpin on his head, and a face like a crown of jade, was the Jindan Sword Immortal, the master of Yujiao Peak.

Yu Purlin stood outside the mountain gate intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled at the back figure who climbed the stairs: "Liu Xianyang, please turn around and go down the mountain." ”

Liu Xianyang turned his head, his footsteps did not stop, and he pulled the corners of his mouth, "Do you like to talk in dreams?" ”

Plop.

Yu Ling, the young Jindan Sword Immortal, tilted his head and fell to the ground.

Liu Xianyang didn't look at the guy who was sleeping on the ground behind him, and when he continued to step up to the height, he said with a smile: "Make up here." ”

"Today, under the jade purple, it is not considered to lead a sword to me. Whether it's Jin Dan or Yuan Ying, anyway, you can come to a few if you like. ”

The monks of Zhengyang Mountain were dumbfounded again.

I thought it was absurd before, someone dared to choose to ask Jian Zhengyang Mountain today, but this time I felt even more incredible, and when this person really asked Jian Zhengyang Mountain, "hard" won a female sword cultivator in the Longmen Realm, it was not a feat, but what happened to the Yu purlin who had already opened the peak?

, is to lead the sword and then let the sword, but there is such a way to make the sword in the world?

The first-line peak stopped the Sword Pavilion, and several old sword immortals, including the sect master Bamboo Emperor, finally turned solemn.

Even the mountain-moving ancestor couldn't help frowning, and was about to go to the bottom of the mountain to punch in person, but he was dissuaded by the Bamboo Emperor, saying that the next sword will be either him, the mountain master's closed disciple Wu Tijing, or the pair of Xuefeng Yuanbai who still keeps a Yuan Infant Realm.

If you accidentally lose again, causing Zhengyangshan to lose three games in a row, you will talk about it again.

The so-called re-argument is no longer the personal grudge between Liu Xianyang and Zhengyang Mountain, but there is no room for maneuver, such as killing that Liu Xianyang first, and then Zhengyang Mountain will return the gift to the Longquan Sword Sect, and his Bamboo Emperor will join his uncle Xia Yuancui, plus all the Yuanying Realm Sword Immortals, to ask the Sword God Xiushan. Or detain the half-dead Liu Xianyang in the mountains, and wait for that Ruan Qiong to take the initiative to apologize, and if the sincerity is enough, he will throw Liu Xianyang's body to the foot of the mountain.

But if Ruan Qiong's sincerity is not enough, what can he do? Let the Longquan Sword Sect become the second Wind Thunder Garden.

The white-clothed old ape sneered: "Whether it is Wu Tijing or Yuan Bai, I will go down the mountain later, carry one of the little cub's legs, and return to this Stopping Sword Pavilion." ”

The Bamboo Emperor smiled and nodded, "Yuan Feng has the final say." ”

Zhengyang Mountain just has no reason to deal with the Longquan Sword Sect, and Liu Xianyang's big trouble today is the best reason.

Xia Yuancui said a word in his heart.

The Bamboo Emperor nodded slightly, temporarily changed his mind, and personally flew the sword to send a message to Xiao Gushan.

Zhanglu Yan Ji didn't open his mouth to report his identity, but soon a sword immortal with a fresh face rushed to the ancestral mountain from the side of the Dependents Peak.

It turned out to be a female sword cultivator with a good face, dressed in a night suit, neat and neat, with a black sheath sword on her back.

Chen Ping'an had left the cloud building before, sneaked all the way, made a slight detour, and quietly appeared at the foot of the back sword peak, standing next to a stream, twisted out a golden mountain opening talisman, determined the place where the prohibition was, spread out his palm, lightly punched, instantly opened the mountain and broke the formation, after stepping into it, the left hand put away the mountain opening charm into the sleeve, the right hand twisted a slush talisman, and then cast the natal water method, the water mist rose, and in an instant, the green shirt dissipated, returned to calm, and did not have the slightest ripple of aura.

Waiting until the cruising line of sight passed quickly, and after a while, Chen Ping'an did not remove the slush talisman, and began to slowly climb the mountain, strolling leisurely, like the scenery in his own yard, just climbing all the way up, silently.

As for Liu Xianyang's questioning sword, Chen Ping'an was not worried.

Then everyone will be busy.

Just meet at the first-line peak ancestor hall.

The guest on the mountain, divided into named and bearer, enshrined to the immortal master, in fact, the same is true, in front of and behind the scenes, the reason is very simple, many grievances on the mountain, someone needs to do some dirty work that does not fall into the handle, it will not be glorious, Zhengyang Mountain has such a behind-the-scenes worship, the identity is extremely hidden, the vast majority of the members of the ancestral hall who have seats in the first-line peak, they just know that they are in their own mountains, enshrined in such a few important people, but they never know who it is.

Chen Ping'an also has no ability to find out the specific identity of the other party, only knows that among the old ten peaks of Zhengyang Mountain, there are at least two behind-the-scenes worshippers who act secretly, one of them, in the small lonely mountain of the family peak, nicknamed Tianyouweng, and the other is in this back sword peak, nicknamed Plantation Suo.

Chen Ping'an didn't think that there was such a character on a mountain, there was nothing wrong with it, but according to the spy reports collected from Luoluo Mountain, he would find that these two shadows generally did not exist, every time they went down the mountain, they would definitely cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and destroy the door at every turn.

It's no wonder that the old brute, once in the town, had the confidence to say such heroic words.

Zhengyang Mountain has been open for 2,600 years, and there are grievances and grievances, and there has never been an overnight revenge.

Chen Ping'an looked around, his footsteps did not stop, but he was a little disappointed.

The planter, who was accustomed to dirty work, didn't even notice himself.

Generally speaking, a mountain monk who can do this kind of work must be proficient in stealth, good at detecting subtle movements, and saving his life.

Fuck it, do you need Lao Tzu to beat gongs and drums to climb the mountain, so that he can go out to welcome guests? My disciple Guo Zhujiu is not in the vast world, and he can't borrow gongs and drums.

Previously on the top of a mountain called Pianjiao Peak, there was a respected old foreigner Yuanying, it was not too big to see the excitement, and it didn't matter whether it would be hated by Pianjiao Peak, the old monk stood on the side of the cliff on the top of the mountain, waved his hand to gather clouds, and a mirror flower water moon fairy method appeared out of thin air, so that the vulgar people in the peak would not miss the turmoil on the side of the ancestral mountain in vain.

The owner of this peak is one of the three female patriarchs of Zhengyang Mountain, and the other two are Qiongzhifeng Leng Qi, a Jindan Sword Cultivator, and the Zhuyu Peak Tian Wan who is in charge of the Shanshui Mansion Newspaper and the Mirror Flower Water Moon, generally speaking, the same female peak master, has always been Pianjiao Peak looks down on Qiongzhi Peak who will only hide on the mountain to enjoy Qingfu, Qiongzhi Peak looks down on the bird and does not stand, and finally Tian Wan does not dare to look down on anyone, and everyone is smiling and friendly. Because Pianjiao Peak is the same as Diayun Peak, the sword cultivation in the mountain, and the training place down the mountain is a tragic battlefield like the old Dragon City.

Staying at this peak of Zhengyang Mountain, most of them are the emperors and generals of the dynasty and the vassals under the mountain, such as Han Jingling, the monarch of Shihao Kingdom, resting here, but the national strength is weak, so he only arranged a remote small house for the monarch of this small country.

The people who were about to take the Fu boat to the first-line peak Daohe one after another stopped and stayed in the mountains for a while, or left the house, looking at the landscape painting, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

"Who?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of the name. ”

"It's Liu Xianyang of the Longquan Sword Sect in Da Li, who is not famous, and it is normal that he has not heard of it. ”

"I remember, it's Xie Ling's junior brother. ”

"At present, he is a junior disciple of Ruan Shengren, but he is definitely not a closed disciple. ”

The immortal family on the mountain, especially the sect of Zongzitou, the most interesting and chewy person, in fact, is not the founding disciple of a certain sect master and old ancestor, but the disciple who closed the door, this person must be amazingly talented, and he is qualified to "let the master collect the mountain and close the door for the sect", just like the door of the market under the mountain, the youngest child in the family of the Yin Shi people must be favored.

The enshrined immortal masters, who had a rough understanding of the Longquan Sword Sect, began to be full of interest, and introduced this person to the monarchs and ministers around them.

Liu Xianyang, is a native of the old Lizhu Cave Tian, near the water tower first to get the moon, extremely lucky, became the Longquan Sword Sect Ruan Qiong's descendant disciple, Liu Xianyang is the first generation of disciples, the lowest generation, the name of the latest into the Shenxiu Mountain Golden Jade Spectrum. It seems that when he was young, he traveled across continents and studied at the Chen's Academy in Nanpo Zhou for many years.

The fame is far inferior to his senior brothers and sisters, the senior brother Dong Gu, who is already in the Yuanying Realm, although he is not a sword cultivator, he is deeply valued by Ruan Qiong, and he has been the abbot of the sect for many years.

Jindan Sword Cultivator Xu Xiaoqiao, the earliest Fengxue Temple Sword Cultivator, made a big mistake, was removed from the Fengxue Temple pedigree, followed Ruan Qiong's practice, and eventually became one of the descendants.

As for Xie Ling, he is even more famous, a well-known cultivator genius on the mountains of Yizhou, and a descendant of Xie Shi, the Heavenly Monarch of Beiju Luzhou.

Among Ruan Qiong's disciples, this young man from Taoye Lane was the most famous on Aquarius Mountain, with the best cultivation qualifications, and was regarded by the outside world as the only candidate for the next sect master of the Longquan Sword Sect.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "Then is Liu Xianyang a sword cultivator?"

As a result, everyone was at a loss, even the old immortal master who had dealt with the Longquan Sword Sect didn't know the truth, after all, among the Ruan Sage descendants, Dong Gu, the great disciple of the founding mountain, was not a sword cultivator.

"Why do you want to ask Zhengyang Mountain for a sword? And make a special trip to choose today, is this Liu Xianyang and Zhengyang Mountain have a life and death enmity?"

Still no one knows the inside story.

But since Liu Xianyang threatened to ask the sword, most of them were sword cultivation.

It's just that no matter how high the realm is, where can it go, after all, Liu Xianyang is not one of the ten young people and the ten alternates in Aquarius.

Some old immortal masters, who are old and serious, think higher and longer-term, and will not be full of killing.

"Zhengyang Mountain has been planning for a long time, and the next sect is very particular about choosing the site of the old Zhu Ying, and it is clearly to compete with the Longquan Sword Sect for the top spot in the Sword Dao Sect of Aquarius. ”

Some grudges, it's normal. For example, Yu Ling, a young genius, didn't he practice in Shenxiu Mountain for many years earlier, and he came to Zhengyang Mountain for some reason.

"Anyway, this guy is really bold. ”

"What's the use of being bold, being cut half to death by a sword fairy in the mountains will be a joke of a continent, and you will never have the face to travel down the mountain in the future. I also have to implicate the teacher, and Zhengyang Mountain will find out some grievances on the mountain, in the end, he is a young man, he is just a brain, he is too impulsive, and he is not wise. ”

"Is it a personal vendetta between young people, a willful spirit, or is it?"

This man is half-talking. For the rest of the words should not be spoken directly. Or is it Ruan Qiong's intention?

The monk of the Upper Five Realms, the saint of the military family, the maiden family is the Fengxue Temple, and the most prestigious swordsmith in Aquarius.

What's more, Ruan Qiong also has a prominent title of chief worship. Therefore, Ruan Qiong's every move will be implicated in a wide range of areas.

When he arrived at the gate of the ancestral mountain, confronting the sword cultivator of the Longmen Realm, Liu Xianyang saw that he only had the power to parry.

Someone wondered, "That's it?"

Someone on the side joked, "Isn't this guy's courage and tone much higher than the realm?"

So when the first question sword is over, not only the Pianjiao Peak, but also the rest of the peaks, all the Fu Zhou has re-ascended into the air and gone to the first-line peak, probably because they think that there is nothing to see in the excitement.

Then wait until the rain foot peak Yu purlin fell to sleep, and the Fu Zhou ferries returned to the peaks one after another, and continued to watch the mirror flowers and water moon, after all, it was too much to hover the ferry boat on the side of the first-line peak to see the excitement up close.

A young monk came up with a sentence for no reason, "Why do you think we have a bit of a northern Juluzhou meaning?"

As soon as this remark came out, it echoed a lot.

On the steps of the main road of Zushan Mountain, Liu Xianyang stopped, turned his head to look, and smiled.

He saw a female sword cultivator who he had never seen before.

It seems that he is a hidden but extremely lethal Yuan Infant Sword Immortal?

If you shouldn't show up, it's better to hand over the sword from afar.

Before the two sides asked the sword, the white-clothed old ape laughed and said: "Liu Xianyang, is it for the waste ancestor of your Liu family, kowtowing to Zhengyang Mountain to admit his mistakes, and recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors?"

Liu Xianyang rubbed his cheeks and ignored it. Because of scolding, Chen Ping'an, a bad guy, is better at it.

On the back sword peak, the one who was really bad in a green shirt, with his hands behind his back, looked at the ancient sword that was obliquely inserted on the top of the mountain.

A rickety old man slowly climbed the mountain and said with a hoarse smile: "You little baby, this is not a good place to be reincarnated in a hurry. ”

Chen Ping'an turned his head to look, it was a ghost, but not a cultivator, and laughed, "No wonder, it turns out that the old man is not a sword immortal, but a martial artist of the Nine Realms, I don't know if it is the ancestor of the Pharaoh of the Great Sage of Moving Mountains, or the grandchildren of apprentices who have learned boxing with the Great Sage of moving mountains for many years? The predecessors are right, Feng Shui here is not good, it is not suitable to be reincarnated, and it will be difficult to be a person in the next life." ”

The behind-the-scenes enshrinement nicknamed Plantation squinted and smiled, "Where did you come from, you can talk like this, it's rare, you like it, wait and screw your kid's head off, and chat with the old man for a few years." There is loneliness in the mountains, and in order to thank you for this posterity, the soul is exempted from lighting the lamp. ”

Chen Ping'an raised his foot, stepped on the hilt of the long sword, and said with a smile: "We are both night tourists, and we each bumped into ghosts halfway, for the sake of half of the fellow people, I will give you a chance to send a message to the rescue with a flying sword." ”

The old ghost creature smiled, "Listen to the tone, it's not a small feud with Yuan Zhenye? Now the young people outside the mountain have been playing fists and kicks for a few days, are they all so capable?"

Chen Ping'an sighed: "It's so daring, you dare to call it by your name, you have to call the ancestor of moving mountains." ”

The old ghost rubbed his hands and said: "Okay, okay, I will chat with you in the future, I will definitely be able to relieve my boredom, my surname is very famous, and the old man will not kill the nameless ghost under his fist." ”

The green shirt lightly kicked down, stepped on the long sword, and said with a smile: "From a small place, the name is not worth mentioning." ”

The old man stepped forward and handed out a punch, but Chen Ping'an reached out against his fist, and the ghost of the Nine Realms martial arts saw that the blow could not be achieved, and immediately retreated.

After that, the body was ghostly, surrounding the green shirt, handing fists non-stop, blinking kung fu, more than 100 punches in one go, and punches can kill Jindan on the mountain.

A green shirt just stood in place, with one hand behind him, and casually blocked the opponent's punches and kicks with his right hand.

When the last punch was delivered, this plantation retreated by taking advantage of the situation, and had already twisted out a talisman from his sleeve, to completely stay away from the back sword peak, this uninvited guest, the dog's day, turned out to be a martial artist who was disguised as a young appearance!

The back of the neck was cold, and the man grabbed it with one hand, fell to the ground, and stepped on the back with a kick, breaking on the spot, and the old ghost was forced to scatter, and was all broken by one sleeve.

Ask both sides of the box, life and death have been separated, but neither seems to know the other party's name.

Chen Ping'an stomped his foot, and the long sword on the ground not far away bounced, and when he traveled far away against the wind, he held it in his hand and went to the first-line peak ancestor hall.

In the end, he followed a "sword path" to the top, and his figure fell on the sword top square, and the sword qi around the top of the mountain seemed to be deaf and dumb, and he didn't seem to notice that an outsider had broken into it, anyway, Chen Ping'an walked directly to the gate of the ancestor hall.

A female cultivator from Huamufang, who was the first to discover the person, was stunned for a moment, and then asked softly, "Are you?"

All the female cultivators, in addition to carrying a sword on their backs, saw that the green shirt was also carrying a sword in their hands at random, and turned their heads and smiled: "Guest." ”